Her Essence

The Chill Of Her Wet, Brown, And Curly Hair,
The Sweetness Of Her Innocent Light Lips,
Left Me To Wonder How Loving Is Her Air
Crumbled My Worth Under Magnificence.
The Cozy Scarf Of Her Laden Hazel Eyes
Rolls Up The Reality Of Her Told Tale
And O’ Whisper Graciously To Not I
And The Heart O’ Warm Gold Hath Doth Set Sail.
The Hands Of Her That Sing So Softly Still
Tremble My Heart Within A Shrunken Vase,
In Which My Vacant Soul Shall Act Of Thrill,
The Fervour O’ The Other Will Encase.
The Faint Laugh Of Her So Gentle Loving Air,
Will Fill The Other With Her Silent Share.